The budded of trees
Wails for the king inborn
Heaven knows it-
Dealt a blow on earth
Furious vampires stem
From the very spot of birth
To challenge the gods of heresies
Mightiest offender of-
Grievous pains, in return
The bloody steam
Of victory scouted afar off
Inscribed in the forearm
Of vitality, bore in kingdom
Of souls, bravery moot in
Thy father’s land
It walked in a clean
Free of stingy stings
Eyes tearful in the
Very discipline of gold
Lest you know the
Bravery one
The attitude rekindles
the spirit of loneliness
It brought thorns of
Happiness and sadness
In the hour of hunt night
Depleting every means
At his disposal
With contests gone all
On a regal attitude